There was no need to fight. Just the overwhelming aura of a fifth-level Martial Monarch was enough to make all the martialists take a step back. Their faces were filled with fear as their feverish minds cleared up a little.
"The inheritances belong to those who are capable. Weigh your own abilities before making a move and see if you can get out of here alive!" The old man with the broken sword roared as sword-light surged around him and sword intent wreaked havoc.
Everyone, including Qin Hao, felt as if their bodies were being sliced apart by the sword-light.
Strong!
Too strong!
The power of this sword intent was unstoppable!
The martialists turned pale. The old man with the broken sword was right. No matter how powerful the treasure was, they had to weigh whether they could take it away alive.
There was no hope of stopping a fifth-level Martial Monarch or Yuan Venerate martialist!
At that moment, some people retreated.
Life was more precious than the inheritance that they couldn't obtain.
There were many treasure chests in the church. Taking one out and turning around to have a limitless future was already a rare opportunity.
However, some people wouldn't leave so easily, such as the Sword-Soul martialist, the female black python martialist, and the big hammer martialist.
They had source souls and wanted to try and get a share of the loot!
"It seems like you are all bent on courting death!" The old man with the broken sword roared as a powerful sword intent swept out and enveloped the Sword-Soul martialist.
The Sword-Soul martialist looked up and saw the space above his head distort severely. A sword formed by sword intent forcibly tore through space and descended upon his head. He roared and hurriedly condensed his own sword intent to block the sword.
However, the difference in cultivation base was huge, and his own sword intent wasn't as pure as the old man with the broken sword.
His resistance was as weak as a lamb. With a swoosh, the sword cleaved down on the Sword-Soul martialist's head and tore him apart on the spot.
The female black python martialist didn't dare stay any longer. She screamed and ran back while hugging her head.
"You win!" The big hammer martialist stomped his foot, creating a pit in the ground. He was extremely indignant.
However, indignation was nothing in the face of absolute strength!
The big hammer martialist turned around and left. What followed was a massacre as they snatched the treasure chests of the other martialists.
At the moment, only Qin Hao, Que 'er, the Coffin Bearer, and Ning Chaofan remained.
If Ning Chaofan didn't leave, the subordinates in black wouldn't either!
"Why? Do you all want to try the Old Man's sword?" The old man with the broken sword narrowed his eyes to stare at Qin Hao and the Coffin Bearer.
"En, I want to try!" Qin Hao said coolly.
Thump!
The old man's heart skipped a beat, and so did the Coffin Bearer.
Qin Hao's answer … was actually so straightforward.
"Ha ha ha …" The old man with the broken sword burst into laughter. A level-eight Yuan Venerate martialist with a sword soul couldn't even withstand the might of his sword!
Qin Hao, a mere Yuan Monarch, wanted to try his sword?
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"Who do you think you are?" Qin Hao said indifferently. He didn't ascend to the heavens; he was very clear-headed.
But if you are capable of breaking two array formations, why didn't you break them?
"Ha ha! How arrogant!" The Coffin Bearer was furious. He raised his hand and a huge black coffin appeared in his palm.
Peng!
The coffin smashed into the ground and was even taller than Qin Hao.
"Although you are arrogant, I also want to fight for this inheritance!" The Coffin Bearer smiled at the old man with the broken sword. He wasn't in a hurry to deal with Qin Hao.
The old man with the broken sword frowned. His expression was no longer relaxed.
Killing Qin Hao might be as easy as killing a chicken. He might not even be bothered to draw his sword!
However, the Coffin Bearer had interfered. He was a Level One Yuan Monarch and had the support of the Soul Coffin. His source spirit could fuse with his weapon, so his combat strength was definitely not weaker than a Level Three Yuan Monarch. He might even be able to contend with a Level Four Yuan Monarch. This was enough to attract the attention of the old man with the broken sword.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have bothered to talk nonsense and would have just attacked!
However, the old man with the broken sword knew that even if he killed the Coffin Bearer, there was still the inheritance and the Emperor's Sword behind him!
He had to be in his best condition to fuse with the inheritance.
If not, the fusion would fail and he would be obliterated by the inheritance.
That included the Emperor's Sword. It wasn't easy to tame it either.
If the Coffin Bearer accidentally damaged his foundation, the old man with the broken sword would be at great risk. This wasn't the result he wanted.
"Let's make a deal!" He spoke and looked straight at the Coffin Bearer.
"Tell me!" The Coffin Bearer smiled as if everything was under his control.
"The Emperor's Sword and the inheritance will belong to me. The Enchantment Book will belong to you. Apart from that, I don't want the Dragon Spirit Aura that the kid obtained. Even the Peacock Plume will belong to you. What do you think?" The old man with the broken sword said.
In fact, if the inheritance and the Emperor's Sword weren't in front of him, he would have taken Qin Hao's Dragon Spirit and Qiao 'er's Peacock Plume.
These two items were very precious. Although they were precious, they were far inferior to the inheritance and the Emperor's Sword. It was better to use them as bargaining chips and throw them to the Coffin Bearer.
The prerequisite was that the Coffin Bearer couldn't obstruct him from fusing with the inheritance and had to protect him!
"No, I also want 30% of the inheritance!"
The Coffin Bearer gritted his teeth. He had already expected this outcome. He knew that the old man with the broken sword wouldn't fight him head-on.
Unexpectedly, the person who made them join forces in the end was Qin Hao, the unremarkable Yuan Monarch!
"I agree!"
The old man with the broken sword answered decisively. Then, he turned and walked toward the high platform. "Now, I will tame the Emperor's Sword. You get rid of them. Then, we will fuse with the inheritance."
"Deal!" The Coffin Bearer heaved a sigh of relief and was pleased with himself.
"Wait, you haven't asked for my permission, right?" Qin Hao said.
Was it so easy to be ignored because of his low cultivation level?
Was he just waiting to be slaughtered?
"You don't have the right to say whether you agree or not. Now, do you choose to release the Dragon Spirit Aura or do you want me to extract it personally?" The Coffin Bearer took a step forward. The energy around him surged, and the black coffin emitted an evil and cold aura.
"What if I join in?" At this moment, Ning Chaofan stood beside Qin Hao.
The Coffin Bearer was stunned. Then, he waved his hand impatiently. "On account of Great Emperor Ning Wu, you can get lost as far as you can. I won't kill a good-for-nothing!"
"I'll f * ck you!"
Ning Chaofan was enraged. He admitted that his talent was not as good as Qin Hao's, but that did not mean that anyone could point at his nose and call him a good-for-nothing.
"It seems like you have a death wish. Then die!" The Coffin Bearer gave Ning Chaofan one last chance to leave. However, Ning Chaofan chose to fight him.
In the next second, the Coffin Bearer blasted a frosty palm with black smoke toward Ning Chaofan.
"Block him!"
This outcome was within Qin Hao's expectations. The Silver Wind Leopard Armor turned into a ball of light and enveloped Ning Chaofan's body.
To be honest, Qin Hao wanted to give the armor to Que 'er.
However, Ning Chaofan was in the best condition. He was the most suitable to withstand the Coffin Bearer's frontal attack. Therefore, he had to wear it.
Que 'er's mission was to cooperate with the black-clothed subordinates and wait for an opportunity to launch the fatal attack with the Peacock Plume!
Whoosh!
With the Silver Wind Leopard Armor on, Ning Chaofan felt extremely light. Like a gust of wind, he dodged the incoming frosty palm with black smoke. The equipment increased his strength greatly.
Of course, the Coffin Bearer's own weakness also played a large part.
In any case, the level-seven Yuan Venerate Ning Chaofan could be considered to be fighting the level-one Yuan Venerate Coffin Bearer.
As for Qin Hao, he extended his hand and placed it on the old man's shoulder, preventing him from taking the Emperor Sword.
"You are courting death!"
The old man roared furiously and turned around. An unparalleled sword intent shattered the space and turned into a huge sword that could kill martialists with Sword Souls. Then, it slashed toward Qin Hao's head.
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